Armand would confide in him to-night, and if it could be arranged she would hurry on her preparations and, mayhap, be ready to join him in a week.
"In the meanwhile, that cruel man must not risk your dear life," she said.

"Remember, Armand, your life belongs to me.

Oh, I could hate him for the love you bear him!" "Sh--sh--sh!" he said earnestly.

"Dear heart, you must not speak like that of the man whom, next to your perfect self, I love most upon earth." "You think of him more than of me.

I shall scarce live until I know that you are safely out of Paris." Though it was horrible to part, yet it was best, perhaps, that he should go back to his lodgings now, in case Heron sent his spies back to her door, and since he meant to consult with his chief.